La Vida De Adèle 소설 & 이야기

He needed the money. “Fine,” he sighed. “ You win. Forty and we become family but I don’t know how I can get Karen to marry you. You are way older than her, she won’t agree to it.” “That is okay because she won’t have to. Like I said before, I don’t want her. I want Adele.” “But she is dead!” “No she isn’t! Adele is living in Palo Alto with her cute little boy. She’s been living there for the past five years.”

“Gavin Hasters.” Leila’s heart pounded. “What do you want, Adele?” “Relax! I did not come here to cause a scene. I came here to talk to you. Woman to woman.” Leila folded her arms. “Then talk.” Adele reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She typed in her passcode and gave it to Leila. The screen played a video.

Adele knew this well. ***

The manager offered us a bottle of complimentary wine, Domaine de la Vieille Julienne, as Alona’s birthday gift to which she immediately recognized as one of the top wines in Rhone, France. The liquid tasted really good as it hit my throat. Bitter-sweet in taste at first but heavenly in the end. It was so good, I almost wanted to ask for a bottle more, but then Jen reminded me of its whopping price on the shelf. We all laughed heartily in the end and then proceeded to celebrate her birthday with a few reggae dance. “Hey, Li!” Alona caught my attention when I purposely sat down back on my rattan chair to rest after minutes of dancing.

Adele reached for his iPad, which was on one end of the kitchen counter. It was unlocked. “Don't,” Julian warned. She checked anyway. ‘A BREAK IN CHARACTER? BILLIONAIRE GROOM CRASHES OUT ON WEDDING DAY.’ ‘CELESTE LAURENT: ENEMY OR VICTIM?’ Pictures of Julian taking Celeste by the arm were everywhere. The comments were increasing, roasting Julian and… Her eyes caught on to one comment. “Julian and Adele may be more alike than either of them will like to admit.”

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

Aiden’s POV The laptop keys kept clicking under my fingers as I scrolled hard and fast, reading every single line on the screen like my life depended on it. Isabella Schneider. Only child. Born and raised in Germany. Married but currently a widow. One child. Wealthy background. Married into serious money. Old money type. The kind that does not show off but controls things quietly. Her husband was a powerful German businessman with deep political ties. Everything about her screamed foreign. Nothing about her said New York. And yet, here she was. Living here. Starting fresh. Acting like a woman with nothing to hide even though I had a growing feeling that she does.

she murmured, as if speaking to someone else in the room. The determination hit her like a spark, and she sat up abruptly. Swinging her legs off the bed, she slipped into her slippers and called out, “Adele.” The mirror across the room flickered to life, the screen lighting up with the familiar face of the AI. Her voice, smooth and emotionless, greeted Nina. “Adele at your service. How may I help you?” Nina walked over, her reflection faintly visible behind Adele’s glowing form. “Show me the last pictures Adelaide took before the final crisis that claimed her life,” she said, her voice steady, though her heart beat faster at the thought of what she might uncover.

The letters, which had been soaked white by the water and had blurry edges, were like a red-hot branding iron, searing through Timothy's pupils. 'Dead? Leah's... dead? Impossible! She's just throwing a tantrum. She just ran away with another wolf. How could she possibly die?' Timothy wondered. "Nonsense!" Timothy forcefully threw the photo away, ignoring the pain in his chest and struggling to sit up. "She can't be dead! You guys must be mistaken!" "Mistaken?" Chad scoffed. "Timothy, are you still deceiving yourself? Didn't you confidently claim earlier that she betrayed her mate and ran off with another werewolf? Then why was she dismembered and left to die in the icy river? Tell me!"

His lamentations were enough for her to hear. After all the bitter winters and healing autumns that life has brought to them, their sufferings have not ever sprouted. So the day has come for her. The most doleful day that she is only alive, being hugged and kissed, in the most cherished memories of the people who remembers her. But in reality, she is no longer… Shanta has already been erased from the world and from the minds of these people who once became a part of her life. Because three years ago, she was declared dead. And now, she wanders like a restless soul.